The words hung in the air like poison, thick and heavy. They pressed on my chest, suffocating, making it impossible to think. Impossible to breathe. “You’ve chosen, Seraphina.” The voice was low, cold, and it sliced through the silence like a blade. The Prophet’s voice, unmistakable, echoing in my head like a twisted melody. His presence filled the space, as if the very shadows had taken on form, crawling out from the darkness itself. My heart pounded against my ribs, my pulse deafening in my ears. I wanted to turn around, to face him, but I couldn’t. My body felt frozen, as though I were chained to the ground, unable to move. To act. I stood there, staring at Kieran and Cian, their bodies still on the ground from the force of my power. The fight between them—our
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